Flashback

"Suho, do you know who is the person that we are going to fetch?"

I shook but, still... my eyes focused on the road.

"Dasom, your sister. Do you still remember her?"

'Who is she? I don't remember her!'

"Suho."

"I'm sorry, omma."

"Never mind. Erm... do you still remember her?"

I shook. My mom patted my shoulder. I glanced at her.

"Never mind. You will remember her step by step."

I nodded. But, I'm still curious.

"Omma, can you tell me a little bit of her? I will figure out if I still remember her or not," I said.

"Arasso. She was sent to abroad because appa wanted it. She studied in Los Angeles and now she wants to continue her study in Seoul. For your information, she missed us alot!"

I smiled as I understood. I was a bit fake, maybe. But, I can't wait to meet Dasom. I wonder, how her look.

***

I waited about half an hour at the parking lot. I neat my cloth. After five minutes past, I saw my mom with someone that I can call... Dasom!

I could not believe how pretty Dasom is. From far, she walked exactly like a model on a stage. She is perfect!

"Oppa!"

Dasom ran towards me. She stopped and released her handbag. Her eyes full with water. Suddenly, her tears poured down on her cheeks. Then she hugged me tightly, not like to release me.

"I really miss you, oppa."

"Thanks," I whispered.

"We both were separated and guess what? I... can't imagine that I... actually have a handsome oppa! And I knew your nickname."

I rubbed Dasom's back.

"So children, let's go home."

Dasom released me. She looked at me, with her wet cheeks. I wiped away her tears.

End of Flashback